I lay down with Sonne one Sunday in May
drank breakfast in peace and at ease.
The sea was shiny and blue and ready
and the dassmort woke the man up.
And the storm went peaceful in trot and gallop,
talking about Rome and Hong Kong
Te Okki and Nasen picked up the harmonica
and blew a shanty, and sang.
I don't want to say that he has good hearing
and has an angelic voice just right.
But I lay there and was in a blessed mood,
and he is Okki and a friend.
So he gave me a push both Kallen and me
and he Peder and Siddis you know.
And Okkien sang as he took the few steps
on the quay's cobblestone parquet.
It was about a girl I never had
in a country I've never heard of,
but her name must have been something like Tulamite
and she walked around in a palm skirt.
And she sat on a beach and looked out to sea
not one or the other sailor
surely had got himself a soaking wet grave
far away from his southern sea rose.
It fell so that he laid, and the owls hung
so grapes and dates with wine.
It cut our hearts when Okkien sang,
And the sorrow was real and beautiful.
We sank into ourselves, and our throats burned,
and maybe I ate some dirt.
I heard that Pederen was panting so fast
but Kallen - he's your school.
He then lay down and gasped for air,
then he patterned and split open,
and then stood an ancient draug or tuft
and trembled from toe to toe.
We thought that now it was thank you and goodbye
for Kallen, but I was wrong there.
He clung on for dear life anyway,
he just lowered the bare sail –
And said, while a dam in the oars burst,
Okki joined The nose that saw:
The sailor you sang about is a bit of a gasser,
you can rely on that.
And he had girls late and tight
- I think it was one hundred and nine -
you just called her Tulamite
but her name was Tulla mi.
Hu va dotter te chiefen on Solomon's Island
in the seventh latitude.
Around her hips she wore a bundle of hay
and not a palm leaf.
The sailor and her fell in love
and didn't take a second off.
I knew it well, because the sailor was me.
Kalle Bang i from Haugesund. earth
tea Haugesund's pollause hål?
Then came a gasp grunt from Kallen:
I missed him, ai-ai,
tea Okki and you – and a Bavarian tea decoration
at Sonne on a Sunday in May.